This is a song about "Canadian tire store"

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

Cause i got genius bars, like an apple store/

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

I've got more rhymes off the chain than an independent store,

Lord i love you forever, and i shall respect ye

The half black jewish canadian, eh?

Achieve fame then burn out like a tire

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

And im dumb enough to steal condemns from a store!

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

To tie the wire to his tire

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

I'm the kerosene to the fire a fucking pin to the tire

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her